by Vernon Waring
(King of Prussia, PA)

I hope that I shall never see
An awful dreaded irksome flea,

A flea that feasts on helpless pets
And makes them scratch and moan and fret,

A flea that frolics on a lawn
Plotting mischief from dusk till dawn,

A cruel wingless menacing foe
Whose only joy is spreading woe.

I wish that one day I would see
A fleeting fleeing of the flea;

Trillions of them blissful at play
In a galaxy far far away.

Comments for Fleas

Average Rating starstarstarstarstar

Click here to add your own comments

by: Anonymous

I wouldn't want to be in their shoes when their final curtain comes to call. Shrouds don't have pockets where they are going. What a lovely assortment of people they'll be able to play their little games with. " Jack the Ripper" "Myra hindley" "Ted bundy" to name a few. Birds of a feather......

Click here to add your own comments

Join in and write your own page! It's easy to do. How? Simply click here to return to Submit a Poem.


Search Here for Poetry

Click here if you love us! Follow Me on Pinterest